The Ebon Hand Recruits
(( Posters found in Stormwind, Light's Hope Chapel, and Acherus. ))
Death Knights of Darion Mograine, take heed. This is the dawning of a new age, one in which we will play a defining role. Death Knights will help to shape the future of Azeroth. There are those of you reading this that do not remember your past lives, that aren't sure of what to do next. Some of you who have traveled to our former cities of glory only to have fruit thrown at them and obscenities shouted at you are likely to be a little wary of our new allies.
I do not blame any of you for being fearful, for wanting to hide yourselves and your eyes, or for wanting to attack those who have hurt you. A new organization has been formed under my leadership called The Ebon Hand. I and those in The Ebon Hand are here to help you, brothers and sisters of the Blade. We will ease your transition into this new world.
For those of you that are interested, our first meeting will be this Friday. It is suggested that you purchase a set of normal clothing to wear, and your head should be covered by your hood. You can find us in the crypt beneath The Slaughtered Lamb in Stormwind when the bell tolls nine in the evening.
I look forward to seeing you, future Death Knights of The Ebon Hand.
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Zeth'anz stands in the
Zeth'anz stands in the Acherus, reading over the poster again.
She had spoken to Old Man Roy about the whispers of an organization for their kind. He said he thought it unwise to make it look like we were organizing....
But, Light, there was no way the Dragoons would take her back, not with what she was now...
Lirriel knew of no other units that would take her kind...
She still had until Friday to decide.
Stoneeater crumples the
Stoneeater crumples the poster in his fist, tossing it over his shoulder. He starts to walk away, then stops, turns, and spits on it.
Let the humans find their acceptance, their tolerance.
Likewise, he takes out the letter from lord Fordring as he approaches the portal to Orgrimmar. Before he steps through, he rips it in half and discards the pieces.
I served Gul'dan and Ner'zhul. I served the Horde. Let them respect my strength, or fear it. I don't care which.
((No reflection on your organization. I think it's a cool idea. My DK happens to be Horde, though, and has a different attitude. I thought an IC response to your poster would be a good way to introduce him.
-Flamefist/Heidel))
Asilia leans over peering at
Asilia leans over peering at the poster thinking to herself since she had been forbidden to let Jibber walk with her.
'Past lives? Did I have a past life?'
She removes a piece of badly worn and damaged parchment from a pouch, unfolding it she reads over the damaged journal entry again.
'Maybe I use to be something other then a weapon.'
Asilia removes the poster from wall she found it attached to, folding it up she places it in a pouch along with the journal entry.
'I wonder'
So here's I was mindin'
So here's I was mindin' someone else's business again and...
....wouldn't y'know it, they're mobilizin'.
Somethin' tells me this ain't gonna go over real well with alotta folks though.
(( And Sparky's not even a DK! ))
Leeli...
Leeli glances over the head of her Death Charger at the sign posted near the Runeforge in Archerus. An expression of mild irritation crossed over her features.
"Alliance only? Puh, even in death it divides us."
((I'm gonna push for a Horde branch!))
No one respects the flame quite like the fool who's badly burned-- Pete Townshend
No one respects the flame quite like the fool who's badly burned-- Pete Townshend